Kari began to feel wrong once she got into the door.She didn’t see anything that welcomed her to the house,a coffee table and a rock of a chair....Not pleasant. Shesat on the floor while Jack took the chair next to her. “So why do you want me here?” asked Kari with a look ofslight fear on her face. “You’ll know soon enough you little slut,” snarled Jackas he took his left hand and slapped Kari across herright breast.Kari was mortified. “Yuh! Y-you,. Big difference, smooooothh ... aaahh, she doesn’t do that often,” she sighs. “You realise we are rejections Labby. Was next to an old pal of mine the other night, Ms ... you know her.” I didn’t react, knowing the story Gus had spouted on from the day we met. “Ms tells me we aren’t cheap, just the wrong place at the wrong time...” Gus in her superior status and who can blame her having the prime position, intended to go on.“ ... Bu told me the same thing Gus, same thing as Ms, she sees more and. We especially enjoy the opera, or more accurately I love the opera and Robert tolerates it. I wouldn't say that Robert was a wimp, but I have a very dominant personality and tend to have my way. We went to the local Met and saw an incredible production of La Traviata by Verdi. I had been moved to tears as I often am at the opera. However, this time it was so moving to me that I couldn't compose myself. I cried at great length, "Gran Dio! ... morir sì giovane – "Great God! ... to die so young",". After awhile you turn your back to him and remove your top, half turns so he can see all off your breast. His hand is rubbing his bulging pants hard. Then you spread your legs and bend from your waist so that you are looking at him as he gazes at your pussy from up close. You resume dancing with your skirt ridden up and your pussy fully revealed and you prop during your dance with your foot on the seat beside him and your gaping cunt within kissing distance.You dance on and remove your skirt,.